The Stick Up Kid

WWE Raw

About two hours later I was in the front room with the others. Pam and Keke did come over, and one of them brought their baby too. Tymark sat on the couch rolling up a blunt with Keke by his side. Raquan and Pam were in the kitchen playing around. I sat in the chair watching TV, a little tired from sex with Jaliesha.

            Keke’s baby was crawling on the floor in front of me. He grabbed my shoestrings and tried to untie them, but was scooped up by Jaliesha. She held the baby in her arms him rocking gently.

            “Hey cutie!” she exclaimed, kissing him on the cheek. The baby giggled and reached for her loop earrings. Jaliesha glanced at me with a smile on her face. “Our baby gon have some pretty eyes huh?”

            “Yup,” I replied, irking her on. She sat on the couch next to Keke and continued to entertain the baby. I pulled out a guar to break down so we could have another blunt in session.

            Tymark just finished rolling his blunt and took a long pull off it. He blew out a cloud of smoke and hit the blunt again. I just got done breaking down the guar and began to fill it with weed. Raquan came strolling in the room holding his pants up.

            “Aye get that baby outta here!” he exclaimed. Keke received the blunt from Tymark and stared at Raquan like there was a problem.

            “He’ll be Aight,” Keke snapped. “My lil man a G.” Jaliesha still held on to the baby, not in the least bit concerned about the smoke that flowed around him.

            “Dude, take that nigga to the back,” Raquan said, but it seemed like no one paid him any mind. Raquan shook his head and leaned on the wall. “What eva man,” He grumbled.

            I turned to Jaliesha who was dressed in her Burger king uniform. She looked good with her tight black pants on. There’s few things sexier to me than a female in uniform, no matter what kind it is. I wanted to stay a little longer, but she had to go to work.

            After thirty minutes of smoking and loud conversation, Jaliesha got up from her seat and turned the lights off. “Aight, time to go. Ya’ll gotta leave!” she shouted.

            I jumped from my seat and got next to her. The others kept talking like they didn’t hear a word my girl just said, but got up to leave. Jaliesha and me stayed back, watching everyone exit the house before walking outside. After Jaliesha locked her door, I noticed Tymark looking around like he lost something. That’s when I saw Amp performing a wheelie down the street on a bike that didn’t belong to him.

            Anthony, or Amp for short, was 5’9”, brown skin, and a member of the Three-Five gang. He primarily wore blue, his gang’s colors. Although I didn’t know Amp personally, we use to go to school together. We were never close because he’s from the Woodlands and I lived in the Paddock. Tymark stared Amp down as he stopped his wheelie and swerved in front of his gang buddy.

            “Pay up nigga!” Amp told his partner. “I told you I’d buss a wheelie from here to yo mamma house.”

            “Aye yo… That’s my bike son?” I heard Tymark say. He brushed past me, heading straight for Amp. “What the fuck you doin’ on my bike yo, what’s up man?” Amp got off the bike and looked Tymark up and down.

            “Chill out dog, aind nobody want yo fuckin’ bike,” he snapped.

            “What you on my shit for then?” Tymark barked. Pam rushed between Amp and Tymark before they got too close to each other.

            “Ya’ll chill out,” she pleaded, lightly pushing Tymark away from his rival.

            “She right, it’s just a bike ya’ll,” Keke added from the sidelines. She stood away from the altercation holding tight to her child.

            “What eva man,” Amp replied, paying Keke and Pam no attention. “Nigga accusin’ me of stealin’ his bike. If I wanted that shit I’d take it.” After hearing that I saw Raquan rush to his cousin’s side. I figured he wouldn’t stay out of this; Raquan and Amp hated each other since middle school.

            “Aye fuck this dog, what’s up nigga,” Raquan growled, getting in Amp’s personal space. “I been waitin’ to fight yo ass.” He shoved Amp hard, making him trip over the bike and fall on the ground.

            Amp got up quickly with fire in his eyes. “Man hell naw!” He ran at Raquan and tackled him to the ground. Tymark tired to get involved, but I caught him by the arm. He turned to me wondering why I did what I did.

            “Aye let em fight it out. This shit don’t need to get no bigger than what it is,” I said. I only told him this because my girlfriend lives in the Woodlands. So any issue the Three-Five had with Raquan and Tymark would eventually roll on my head. Tymark snatched his arm from my grasp. I could tell how badly he wanted to join the brawl.

            Raquan and Amp were rolling on the ground, keeping the tussle alive and active. They were doing more wrestling than throwing punches. Jaliesha and Pam repeatedly tried to pry the two off each other, but failed time and time again.

            “Oh my God ya’ll. It’s just a bike!” Pam repeated. She grabbed Raquan by the shirt while my girl got hold of Amp. That’s when I decided to help break it up. “Why ya’ll so petty?” Pam said as I jogged to the fight. I was able to get my hands between Raquan and Amp, and pulled the two apart with all my might. One of Amp’s gang buddies came by his side and grabbed him by the arm.

            “Aye chill dog,” the guy told Amp. “We’ll handle this nigga lata.” My ears caught wind to what the guy said and I wondered what he meant.

            Raquan got off the ground and began to straighten himself up. He shot Amp the evil eye and pointed to him. “If I eva’ catch you yo!” he threatened. Tymark stood right beside Raquan eyeing Amp down too.

            “Damn…” Pam cursed. She fixed her hair that got messed up during the fight. “Over a fuckin’ bike.” Jaliesha and I took escorted Raquan to her car by his arms; Tymark followed.

            “Com’ on ya’ll, I’ll drop you off at the store,” Jaliesha offered, getting in the driver seat. I got in the front passenger side and shook my head as Raquan shouted insults until he sat down. Tymark got in behind me and rolled down his window.

            “Aye fuck that nigga son,” Tymark snarled. “Shoulda let me buss his ass.”

            “I got somethin’ for him cuz, don’t even worry bout that,” Raquan added.

            Jaliesha rolled her eyes and stepped on the gas. While she swerved off, Tymark hung out the car window and flashed his gang’s hand signs at his rivals.

            “Fuck you cuz!” we heard someone shout.

            “Ya’ll be trippin’,” Jaliesha stated, speeding down the road to the A-1 store.

            “And I still aint got my fuckin’ bike!” Tymark exclaimed.

            “I’ll get it to you eventually,” my girl said. I leaned back in my seat and grazed my hands through my braids. I had bad feeling that what just happened was going to come back and bite me like a snake.